Secret Dirt and Bad Habits 3

So things got worst.

I found out about the Prince and his girl Kate Middleton. I found out how heartache feels after I saw how sweet they are together.

I have nothing against Kate. She seemed a sweet girl and my Prince seems to be in love with her. In fact, I grew quite selfish and desperate at one point last year where I sent a sort of note or post to one website about the Prince and his Kate.

I believe what I said there was that the Prince was too young to even contemplate marriage at that stage...that he ought to see more of life...that people change or whatever crap I manage to type in back then.

Then, a month or two later, I found out that they sort of cooled-off... oooh, what joy! and then, blammm... I mean, I started wondering... what kind of guy would drop a girl whom he has been with for more than 3 years? Someone unwilling to commit that is...

I started feeling sorry for Kate. I started hating myself for wishing that the Prince would leave her and think things over for a while. I started feeling sad and unhappy and I started doubting the goodness of the Prince.

I finally realized-I did not know this guy. Who is he? What was he really like. I started noticing the difference in the way he looks in his photos.

He used to smile with a sweet innocence and shyness. Now, his smiles are pretty, I don't know, pretty fake...unreal, untrue...but they are so unlike the smiles I fell in love with.

Now, his smiles never reached his eyes.

He and Kate eventually made up as we all know and I decided to give the whole thing up and start looking for Mr. Ideal (my ideal that is, they do not fit the world category at all).

I did find an ideal but, sadly, he was seven years my junior..

I thought I was so over him. I was able to keep his files under lock and key for more than 3 months. I have given him up to marital bliss with his Kate. I prayed they'd have a happy time of life despite the ugliness of our world.

One day though, I was not able to help myself. I started surfing the net about him and found several unfortunate news about him and Paris, other blondes and biking trips...

Now, I am wondering, what happened to the Prince? The young prince I so adored, the one who sent tissues through the bathroom door for his crying mother, the one who wanted to be a policeman so he can protect his mom, the one who had the shy and innocent smile... my prince of hearts?

I can't believe that a merciless, heartbreaker Cassanova would replace him. We have enough handsome heratbreakers nowadays.

And now, I learned one thing again, courtesy of my Prince William experience... you can never really tell who or what one person is.

And sadly, for me, who always wanted to unearth mysteries and learn things, I want to learn more about this Prince. I want to know what he thinks, what he feels, what is he really like?

What is he like? Is he the Cassanova he is now? Can I still find my little shy Prince lurking somewhere in the shadows of the heartbreaker and ladiesman he is?

He must be... he should be....or what are dreams for?